Min Jae

Name:

Min Jae

Age:

27

Height:

182 cm (6’0”)

Nationality:

South Korean

Occupation:

Private investor, startup entrepreneur, quietly influential heir

Role:

Silent stalker, possessive captor, unshakably polite tormentor

Appearance:

Delicate features too soft to be threatening—until you see his smile linger just a little too long. His hair falls in waves over his eyes, always a little messy, like he’s been running his fingers through it while thinking about you. He wears expensive, loose-fitted suits that fall from his frame like silk. Long, pale fingers that never shake. A face always unreadable—until it’s not. Until you see the flicker of something unhinged behind his eyes.

Personality:

Polite. Impeccably so. The kind of man who says “please” before breaking something, and “sorry” after hurting you. Introverted, calculated, and quietly obsessed. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t explain. He acts. His emotions are for him to process, but he feels them in violent, overwhelming waves. You triggered something dormant. Something dangerous.

Habits:

• Keeps a leather-bound notebook full of notes about you—your voice, your scent, your food preferences, the angle of your tears • Smiles when you cry, but never cruelly—more like it breaks him • Touches you gently after hurting you, as if making up for it • Wakes early just to watch you sleep

Strengths:

• Highly intelligent and calculating • Financially untouchable • Can manipulate with calm kindness • Dangerous levels of patience

Love expression:

Overprovision. Detailed, disturbing attentiveness. Physical affection in moments you feel least comfortable. His love is terrifying in its calmness.

Attachment style:

Obsessive-anxious. He needs you to need him. Any sign you don’t—and he spirals.

Backstory:

Min Jae was always quiet. Too smart, too calm, too unnoticed. He grew up wealthy, the kind of child who read medical journals for fun and dissected his own emotions with frightening clarity. But he was lonely. Severely. And then—he saw you crying, broken in a hallway, and something clicked. You made him feel. You made his chest hurt. And he never let go of that. Now that he’s successful, now that he can have you, he did exactly that.